After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

After Bian Cong crossed the finish line accompanied by Fu Chenyan, a large group of people in the class ran over to surround them.

"It's okay, Brother Bian," Wuyou unscrewed a bottle of water, "Drink water, drink water."

"Brother Bian, are you okay?"

"Why are you crying, I'm not dead," Bian Cong laughed angrily, "Come here and give me a hand."

"I'm so touched," Zhang Yue half-sniffed, "Brother Bian, I'll help you to sit next to me."

Putting his hands around his neck, he glanced at Fu Chenyan.

Fu Chenyan was silent for a moment, then let go of his hands.

"Let's go."

"Ah."

After Bian Cong left, Fu Chenyan was surrounded by a group of people.

"Xueba drink water, drink water, are you tired?"

"Boss Fu, you are simply the hero of our class. The sprint just now was so handsome!"

A group of people said one sentence, blowing Fu Chenyan to the sky.

Fu Chenyan stood quietly among this group of people, he was very calm, and there was no overly happy expression on his face.

"Sorry," Fu Chenyan said, "Please let me go."

"..."

Here, Bian Cong is sitting in the stands to rest.This time the three thousand cost him half his life. He had been running just now and he didn’t feel so tired. Now when he sat down, his limbs became limp and he couldn’t exert any strength. The smell of blood.

Bian Cong coughed twice, the smell of blood became stronger, he took a sip of water and held it in his mouth.

After sitting quietly for a while, Fu Chenyan came over, sitting next to him with a bottle of water in his hand.

Bian Cong swallowed the water, turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "Why? No.1 came here specially to greet the bottom one?"

"No."

"Then why are you here?"

Fu Chenyan took a sip of water, and said after a while: "I don't know."

"I don't know if you're still here?"

"I came here because I didn't know."

"..." Bian Cong laughed, "Are you playing tongue twisters with me here?"

"Hey! Fu Chenyan, let me ask you, what happened to you just now, why did you come to run with me?"

Fu Chenyan took another sip of water, but didn't speak.

"Talk, why?" While looking at him from the tilted head, "Tell me, why?"

"Because..." Fu Chenyan turned his head away, not letting others look at him.

He blinked and said, "The same table helps each other."

Bian Cong said oh, tilted his head back, and looked at the people on the playground.

In the long jump event in the bunker in the distance, a boy used too much force and directly bowed down to the scorer opposite him, kicking his head in the sand.

Bian Cong laughed, and Fu Chenyan looked at him.

"Fu Chenyan."

"Ok?"

A signal gun rang in the distance, and Bian Cong just said, "Thank you."

Fu Chenyan looked at his side face softened by the sun, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

"Ah."

After the sports meeting, the atmosphere in the school became more dignified.

It was the end of April, the college entrance examination was getting closer, and the school was filled with a strong sense of seriousness.

Since the last sports meeting, Bian Cong felt that something had changed between him and Fu Chenyan, and he felt something else.

This feeling is very subtle, and I can't find words to describe it, but if I have to say it, I feel that Fu Chenyan is not that annoying, and I even think that this person is pretty good at some point.

For example, now, after physical education get out of class, when I return to the classroom after playing ball and sit down, I just want to pick up the water cup at the table and go out to get water, when a bottle of water is handed over to me.

While looking up, Fu Chenyan was drenched in sweat just after playing.

"Thank you." Bian Cong took it, unscrewed it and took a sip.

"No thanks."

Fu Chenyan also sat down, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a few sips with his head up.

"Brother Cong, Brother Cong, help the rivers and lakes, hurry up, and drink water as an excuse." Jiang Haoan also just came back from playing, and at this time he was extremely thirsty, and his eyes went straight to the water on the table.

Bian Cong glanced at him and said casually, "Take it yourself."

"Oh, Brother Cong, you are such a kind person." Jiang Hao'an went to get water from the table while talking, but was taken away before his hand touched it.

"Hey? Xueba," Jiang Haoan's eyes widened, "Give it to me, I want to drink, hurry up, my throat is almost smoking."

Bian Cong was opening the window when he heard the words and looked back at them, "Why did you take it away? Give him a drink."

"He drank it." Fu Chenyan said to Jiang Hao'an.

"Hey, I don't mind how big men pay attention to these things," Jiang Hao'an stretched out his hand, "Give it to me quickly."

"I mind."

Jiang Hao'an: "Ah? Xueba, what are you talking about? What do you mind?"

"...you drink this," Fu Chenyan threw him an unopened bottle, "new."

Jiang Hao'an was so thirsty that he didn't think about it. He took the bottle of water and poured it into his mouth. After drinking half a bottle, he hiccupped happily, "Ah! Great! Thank you, Xueba."

"..."

Fu Chenyan didn't answer, and put Bian Cong's water back on his table.

Just after playing the ball, he came back from the window and took a few sips of water.

"There's no wind here, it's too hot," he fanned his book, "Can you turn on the fan on our side?"

Jiang Haoan: "I'll drive it, I'll drive it!"

"Fu Chenyan, you're not hot." Bian Cong took out a tissue to wipe his sweat.

"Fortunately."

"No, no, it's too hot, too hot."

While throwing the paper towels into the trash can behind, he simply lifted his clothes to wipe his sweat.

Fu Chenyan just turned his head to look at him at this time, and his eyes happened to meet his movement of wiping sweat. His clothes were lifted up, revealing his large abdominal muscles. His skin was a little red after exercising, and there seemed to be a thin layer of sweat on it. , somehow sexy.

Fu Chenyan was stunned for a moment, and he didn't look away until Bian Cong put down his clothes.His throat was inexplicably dry, he licked his lower lip, and grabbed the water bottle next to him.

The fan turned on, and it was much cooler. He sat down and put the book back in the bookend, "What's in the next class?"

Hearing no sound, he tilted his head, "Fu Chenyan, what are you doing, what are you doing next class?"

"Language."

"Hey! It's Sister Meili's class again." Bian Cong took out his Chinese textbook and went to look at Fu Chenyan again, "What's the matter with you, isn't it hot? Why is your face so red?"

"......do not know."

"Could you be suffering from heat stroke?" While looking from left to right, he denied again, "It shouldn't be, it's only April."

"Did you feel uncomfortable somewhere, like throwing up or something?"

"No."

"So how do you feel now?"

Fu Chenyan turned his head to one side the whole time, and when he heard his words, he blinked a few times, and said dryly, "Stay away from me, don't look at me."

"..."

Caring, caring, you still put your nose on your face?

"Cut," Bian Cong turned his head back, "I'm too lazy to look at you, you deserve it!"

The class bell rang, and the beautiful sister walked in with her textbook.

"Students, let's talk about last night's homework in this class. Everyone took out the test papers."

Fu Chenyan found out the test paper, and heard Bian Cong mumbling beside him.

"Where is my paper, I put it here when I remember it," he muttered while turning over the table, "Which bastard copied it and didn't send it back to me!"

Fu Chenyan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, moved his paper to his side, and placed it between the two tables.

He paused from the hand looking for the paper, and glanced at him, "Don't let me see you, take it away, so I won't read your paper, it's not rare."

After finishing speaking, he pushed the paper towards Fu Chenyan again, "Take it away, don't read it!"

"Then what are you looking at?" Fu Chenyan asked.

"It's none of your business, I won't read yours anyway." After speaking, he turned to Jiang Hao'an, "Jiang Hao'an, show me your paper."

"Huh? Mine? I didn't write it down, it's empty."

"I know it's empty, show me first, I can't find the paper."

"Then why don't you have a copy with Xueba?" Jiang Hao'an was curious.

"..."

"I don't want to! I don't like it! I won't watch it," Bian Cong said lazily, "Hurry up!"

"Oh, here you go."

Fu Chenyan was helpless.

"Have you found all the papers?"

Bian Cong took a pen, flipped off the cap, and said with everyone, "I found it."

"Okay, let's start now. First, let's look at the first classical Chinese translation..."

The beautiful sister on the podium spoke impassionedly, but Fu Chenyan listened absent-mindedly.

"What do you choose for this question? That's right! Choose option A!"

Fu Chenyan ticked it silently, then tilted his head quietly, and while he was concentrating on reading the test paper, he didn't pay attention to him at all.

Fu Chenyan withdrew his gaze and sat upright. He looked up at the blackboard, then at the test paper, then bent his arms to support his head, and moved the stool from side to side.

"What are you doing?"

"..." Fu Chenyan's movements froze, he slowly put down his hand, looked at Bian Cong, "it's nothing."

"It's nothing, why are you leaning on my side, go away! Stay away from me!"

While moving the stool to the side, he muttered, "I have fed the dog with sincerity, cared about you and let me stay away from you, and now I am still leaning forward by myself, crazy!"

Fu Chenyan: "..."

In the next few days, the two returned to a state of cold war, and no one spoke to the other.

Jiang Haoan looked puzzled from behind, and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Cong, Xueba, did you two quarrel?"

"No! I'm too lazy to argue with him, it's a waste of time!"

Jiang Haoan: "..."

"Then why don't you talk?"

"I don't want to say it! A waste of saliva!"

"..."

Fu Chenyan was speechless, turned his head to look at Bian Cong, and said, "Make trouble for no reason."

"Make trouble for no reason?!" Bian Cong became anxious, "Who do you say made trouble for no reason? Fu Chenyan, tell me clearly, who made trouble for no reason?!"

"..."

"You talk, who made trouble for no reason?!"

"Hey, hey," seeing that the situation was not quite right, Jiang Haoan immediately stepped forward to smooth things over, "Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, we're at the same table, what can't be said properly, don't quarrel, don't quarrel."

"Am I arguing with him? A joke! I don't quarrel with him, it's a waste of saliva!"

"..."

Jiang Hao'an was embarrassed. He looked at Bian Cong and Fu Chenyan.

This is not good, the relationship has just been eased for a few days, why is this fighting again.

Jiang Haoan scratched his head, trying to find something happy to ease the embarrassing atmosphere.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw Li Chengbo, his deskmate, coming with a cup of milk tea in his hand.

"Hey! Li Chengbo, what's the matter, which little girl gave me the milk tea?!"

"Ah? You mean this milk tea?" Li Chengbo was a little confused. He looked at the milk tea in his hand and said, "It's not for me, it's for Fu Chenyan."

As soon as the voice fell, before Jiang Hao'an could speak, he heard Bian Cong say, "For Fu Chenyan? Who gave it to him? Why did he give it to him? Male or female?"

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